Torn between my anger and love I had for the girl I had destroyed over and over again, I contemplated if I had gone too far. Truly, I didn��t know. She was mine to do as I pleased but was it right? A part of me felt a pang of guilt while the inner beast inside me fed off of her fear and misery. She looked all the more beautiful when she was writhing under me or because of me

It had been almost a week now, day in and day out I had stripped her bare, broke her down, fucked her then repeated the process. I��d lost count on how many of her bones I��d broken, how many cuts and bruises I��d marked her delicate skin with. Each time, she healed quickly and it amazed me. There were times I��d hoped she didn��t heal so quickly so that I could watch her suffer more and when she did heal, I��d destroy her all over again. It was her fault for healing too quickly.?

It was also her fault for leaving me, fleeing and hiding from me. Her mate. She didn��t just break the siren rules, she broke me. Those two centuries I was a mess, I couldn��t even recognise myself anymore, it felt like I had lost a part of me and I did, in fact, lose a part of me. My mate. My other half. Only I knew the torment I went through before I got to reach her again. And that, that is what she is paying for today. It��s her fault.

Going down to the dungeon, I flick the lights on, it��s dim but no longer pitch black as I eye the beauty before me. Her unconscious form is hanging from the ceiling, her wrists wrapped in chains that hold her captive to the solid surface above.

Making my way towards her slowly, I study every inch of her naked body. She��s truly mesmerising. I run my fingertip in between her thighs, feeling my dried semen marking her skin. I had lost count on how many times I had filled her up with my pleasure, she was starting to be only used for me to cum inside her and still, I couldn��t get enough of it.?

Slapping her across the face, it was time for her to wake up. Worried, she may have actually died this time. I had her hanging from the ceiling for 48 hours now, her muscles had to be aching, she couldn��t heal because the more she healed, the more her muscles ached from carrying her weight as she hung there looking like a masterpiece.?

��Wakey, wakey princess.��?

I spoke into her face as I held her chin, I could see her eyes flutter open and shut earning herself another slap to the face and this time, it was hard enough to break her jaw, I could��ve sworn I heard it crack just as she opened her eyes, moaning out in pain.?

��Tell me, how are you hanging?��?

No pun intended. But I could see the fury behind her silver orbs. I guess being chained up to the ceiling for two days does that to you, makes you tired and angry. She was angry at me.?

��What is it little girl? Not enjoying my work of art?��?

And before I could muster up another taunting line, she spat on me. SHE. SPAT. ON. ME.?

I knew she could feel the rage in my bones sleeping out of my skin because I could very well see it practically tearing out of me. How DARE she spit on ME??

Grabbing her throat with both hands, I crushed her windpipe to a point her eyes started to roll back but no, she wasn��t going to get away that easy, she would be conscious for this. I had planned on giving her a day off of all the torture today but she just earned herself another day at work.?

Letting go of her throat just as she was about to pass out, I stepped away from her. Searching the dungeon for a barrel, a barrel that I knew would be needed at some point and now it was that point.?

Placing the barrel below her dangling feet, I threw in her torn clothes that were on the floor, along with charcoal to fit the barrel right up so her feet would be touching it just enough. Her eyes almost popped out of her sockets as she watched me pull out a lighter out of my pocket, flicking it on and off, I could see the desperation in her eyes as I brought over the gasoline that I��d placed in here for times like this.?

��Please don��t. I am so sorry, Ares, I��m afraid of fire, please I��m so sorry.��

She pleaded desperately.

��Afraid of fire you say?��

A small smirk cornered my features as I poured gasoline into the barrel then threw the lit lighter in, watching the flames roar into life, burning high enough to claw at her feet with the fire that was soon to wash away her skin.

Enjoying the sound of her shrilling screams, I leaned into her, pressing my ear to her mouth, to hear her cries echo into my eardrums. Her skin would heal but it would take even longer than the tank full of feces, this burn, this burn would last for weeks if not months. She wouldn��t be able to walk without stepping on her burnt feet. Oh how I would enjoy watching her crawl around instead.?

��Ares.. Ares..��

Her voice hoarse, she seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness now.?

��There��s something wrong. In my stomach. Please..��

She moaned out as her eyes closed shut. She passed out. A part of me wanted to stop the torture, to pull her down and see what was wrong with her stomach but instead, I watched her burn, burn in the wrath that belonged to me.